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She smiles and tucks the condom wrapper between her teeth to tear it open. I can’t take my eyes off her fingers as she rolls it down the length of my cock.

The moment she’s done, I fist my base and look up at her. “You get to control this too. Climb on, baby.”

She pushes to her knees and scoots up just enough. When she’s hovered over me, I return my tip to where he’s begging to be. And I get a front row seat as I watch my cock disappear within her, inch-by-fucking-inch, into utopia.

Her eyes fall shut when she sinks all the way to my base. “So deep.”

I grip her hips and hold her in place. “How does that feel?”

Her eyes are at half-mast, and her words come out on a breath. “Different. So full. So good.”

“It’s all you,” I say. “Do what feels good.”

She takes my hand and presses it between her tits. Her heart beats into my touch. Without taking her eyes off mine, she lifts a bit before sliding back down.

Her heart speeds under my hand. I’m not sure how many more ways we could be connected.

I feel her everywhere. Inside and out ... and in my soul.

She doesn’t need any more encouragement. She finds her courage and her rhythm and starts to move—to fuck herself on my cock.

I lift my hips and keep them there. Her movements become faster and erratic. I have to grip her hips and start to pump into her, meeting her every thrust. When I hear her moan again and feel her pussy milk my cock, that’s it.

My balls tighten, and I do everything I can to make this last. To let her enjoy her second orgasm, but with me inside her this time.

I pump into her two more times before I let go.

I come and come and come.

Fuck.

She bends at the waist, and her bare body falls to mine. We’re both sweaty and spent in the best way possible. She sinks into my chest. If it weren’t for the damn condom, I bet we could stay like this until morning.

Her eyelashes brush my pec when she blinks her eyes open, and she peeks up at me. “Are you okay?”

I run my hand from her bare ass, up her spine, and back down again. “I can’t lie, that’s not the first ab workout I thought I’d have after surgery.”

“I’m so sorry. I was lost in the moment. I was even lost in you telling me what to do.”

She starts to move off me, but I stop her. “Don’t. I’m fine. You don’t know how good that felt. Haven’t felt that alive in a long time. And it was all you.”

She smiles before pressing her lips to my pec and returning her cheek to my heart. “We’re a pair. In one way or another, we both have a new life.”

I lean up and press my lips to her forehead. “From a slow death to life. You’re spreading your new feathers. I’m just honored to be a part of it.”

“Thank you.” She leans up and pulls off my cock enough to press her lips to mine for a long, meaningful kiss. “Thank you for tonight. I needed it for so many reasons.”

“Me, too, baby. Me too.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

DAGNABIT

Lennon

“A t least he’s in the slammer where he can’t threaten you.” Felicity always has a way of finding the bright side of every situation, even if it is about the man who held me hostage for years and my father who arranged for it to happen. We’re having lunch in her office today for a change of scenery. She swallows another bite of mashed potatoes before wiping her lips. “And I’m sure your father has gone back to wherever he came from. There’s no way any human with common sense will let that Andrei guy out on bail. After they officially charge him, you’ll be as safe as a mouse.”

I scoop up my last bite of salad and wonder when a mouse is ever really safe. They seem pretty far down the food chain. I don’t love that analogy.